It's not the beginning nor the end.
I miss you as a person I spent every day of my life with. As the person I came home to talk to everyday, but only because I wasn’t able to be with you in the flesh. But at the same time I am revolted by the excess, the distrust, the constant scrutiny, the fear.
I imagine a future that I neglectfully am optimistic about. I make one of those soft sighs and hope that it continues to be something that interests me to the extent that if it were a real book, I would want to read it. I tell myself to take the chance and not to fear the if's and the and's and the but's or maybes. I tell myself to risk it for something that could be the ultimate. Be my everything. Because after all, one never knows what may lie ahead.
He holds me extra close and tells me sweet things that make me want to melt onto him like another layer of skin. I know he's going to leave, so I steal memories like free-for-all flowers and keep them in the palms of my hands. I remember exactly how each of my senses is feeling, and I walk away outside.
why me?
I imagine a future that I neglectfully am optimistic about. I make one of those soft sighs and hope that it continues to be something that interests me to the extent that if it were a real book, I would want to read it. I tell myself to take the chance and not to fear the if's and the and's and the but's or maybes. I tell myself to risk it for something that could be the ultimate. Be my everything. Because after all, one never knows what may lie ahead.
He holds me extra close and tells me sweet things that make me want to melt onto him like another layer of skin. I know he's going to leave, so I steal memories like free-for-all flowers and keep them in the palms of my hands. I remember exactly how each of my senses is feeling, and I walk away outside.
why me?